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If life was a song, would you spend most of it worrying about how it ended? If life was a song, would there be meaning in the sound? If life was a song, would you please sing it with me?Sweetheart, he's just a lesson you needed to learn
Next time you walk right by, without the blink of an eye, I’ll douse you with the bucket of tears I’ve cried. my friends say it’s unnecessary, but what difference will it make? You’ve always had a bit of trouble looking me in the eyes anyway.
It always seems like the whole world is in love when you’re alone. -Dane Cook
And though I’m afraid I’ll never speak to you again, I almost think it might be better off that way. You’re no good for me.
I say what I feel, I really do. The optimism flooding out my mouth isn’t conjured up as a desperate effort to veil the cynicism hiding out in the back of my throat. It’s genuine, authentic, it’s the sun’s bright ray that endures through rain and sleet and reflects off the layers of snow coating our front porches. but here’s the party you’ve all been waiting for- with a son comes an inevitable cloud, a weakness, a demon, a boy with too much charm and a shortchange of empathy. I’ll be happy no matter where he moves in my mental tracksheet, but he’ll always be my smiles greatest folly.
I want somebody who appreciates me. Somebody who doesn’t blow in town with his dysfunctional past and play mind games with the girl next door. Somebody who is capable of a healthy, committed relationship, and unfortunately, somebody nothing like you.
You ever look at a picture of yourself, and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other people’s lives we have been in. Were we part of someone’s life when their dream came true or were we there when their dream died? Did we keep trying to get in? as if we were somehow destined to be there or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think, you could be part of somebody’s life and not even know it.
Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.
Sometimes I think you would rather watch me drown than get your hands wet.
When we meet again, we’ll probably talk about the weather. Because that’s what people do when they grow apart.
I want to fall in love with the sweetest guy ever and I want it to be you. But we all know that’s not who you are, or who you’ll ever be.
happily ever afters and white horses and shining armor? tiaras and sparkling raindrops and a lover’s touch that feels like fire? I know all that isn’t probable. I know it comes from the world of fairytales and forbidden fantasies and doesn’t hold a prominent place on this earth. But I think it’s all possible. I think that possibility is enough to keep trying for. I think they call this hope.
You drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it.”